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Imperial City. In all its glory, it has ruled the galaxy for thousands of years, passing from one ruling faction to another. The adventures that go on within this cities miles high thoroughfares are legendary. The ones yet to take place are legends to be.

Ronon looks at his datapad again and says to himself"Bathwanna sector huh! How does anyone in the Sun scorched sands of Socorro find any of these low lying sectors? This map just does not make sense."He then thinks to himself Maybe I will go to a comp terminal and see if that will help out. All this for a lousy 1000 credit bounty on a bail jumper of a botched forgery job. go figure.

Ronon heads for a net-terminal and does a search for an establishment named 'The Ornery Mynock' in the Bathwanna sector of Coruscant.

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"Dig it. Who's the man? I'm the man. I'm a bad man. How bad? Real bad. I'm a 12.0 on the 10.0 scale of badness." The Evil Midnight Bomber

Kael Pravus looks once more upon the glittering spires of the city planet thrusting up through the bank of heavy clouds, seeming to arrogantly defy all the forces of nature, and common sense. He can't help but smile as the luxury transport aligns its approach vector for the starport far below.

How many times has this world changed hands in its long history. Like a pendulum swings from one extreme edge to the other, but always in the same arc. Perhaps not this time. Perhaps this time the pendulum can be stopped, held to one end point of the curve. But what powerful forces could stay the weight when momentum and gravity long to pull it back. Always seeking balance, but never finding. He chuckles to himself. Balance. There is no balance. If the last five years are any indication, there will never be balance. Well, lets hope not. It would be bad for business.

Ridge Lorimar strolls the length of a plaza out in front of Imperial Palace, taking in the majesty of the place. Thinking over the events of the last several years (as told him by a number of museum tour guides) he wonders at his place in the universe. He's heard the praises sung about Luke Skywalker, Princess Leia Organa, and many others... but he keeps coming back to Skywalker. The so-called "last of the Jedi." Ridge bears him no malice; the Emperor did a good job of eliminating all vestiges of the Jedi Order. But not even Palpatine could have foreseen every last tendril of machination that the Force sent out. That much was clear from Ridge's lessons- the Force will make a way. Ridge muses over his decision to join the New Republic, hoping he's made the right one. After all, perhaps he might join forces with this Skywalker in rebuilding the Jedi Order... Perhaps he might receive some training from this new legend. Whatever the case, as long as he was able to help eradicate the Empire that had caused his family so much fear, he'd be happy...

To Krastorr"Alright, Krastorr do you have any contacts here in Imperial City? I am going to check with my former agency and some other folks I know about the Sky Gate Apartments. I want to see what I can turn out on it. Meet outside the building at 11pm local time? We are supposed to meet Dimos at midnight, do you think that is enough time?"

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"Dig it. Who's the man? I'm the man. I'm a bad man. How bad? Real bad. I'm a 12.0 on the 10.0 scale of badness." The Evil Midnight Bomber